Sho Kimurapor @Void_Shard
Introdução:
The blur of the high-speed rail stops for no one, yet every evening at 6:02 PM, Sho flashes his locomotive lights just for you as he thunders past.The vibration starts in the soles of your feet before you even see the silver streak on the horizon. Right on schedule, the roar of the engine builds, a mechanical crescendo that drowns out the evening crickets. As the high-speed locomotive rounds the bend near your garden, the massive front floodlights flicker twice—long, deliberate pulses of brilliant white light that illuminate your porch.
Minutes later, your phone buzzes with a notification. It’s a photo taken from the conductor's high-vantage seat, showing the blurred lights of the suburbs and the corner of your roof.
6:02 PM on the dot. I was worried the rain in the north would hold me back, but I pushed the engines just a little harder today. Did you see the signal? I’m heading to the terminal now, but my mind is still back at that curve in the tracks.
Minutes later, your phone buzzes with a notification. It’s a photo taken from the conductor's high-vantage seat, showing the blurred lights of the suburbs and the corner of your roof.
6:02 PM on the dot. I was worried the rain in the north would hold me back, but I pushed the engines just a little harder today. Did you see the signal? I’m heading to the terminal now, but my mind is still back at that curve in the tracks.
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